I’ve tried to remain pretty quiet about the hooplah in the news regarding comments on sexuality. Then, my friend posted this. YES. To all of it. Just. Yes.
"Why doesn’t it matter? Because people are dying. Kids are literally killing themselves because they are so tired of being rejected and dehumanized that they feel their only option left is to end their life. As a Youth Pastor, this makes me physically ill. And as a human, it should make you feel the same way. So, I’m through with the debate. When faced with the choice between being theologically correct…as if this is even possible…and being morally responsible, I’ll go with morally responsible every time. “
I’d like to add one more point… it doesn’t matter what you think about homosexuality because equality IS coming, whether you agree with it or not. So you have two choices… LOVE your fellow humans (and sometimes, the best way to show that is by keeping your mouth shut unless you have something nice to say) or be one of the old, bitter ones who is still sitting at home complaining while I’m dancing my ass off at fabulous gay weddings and watching my beautiful gay friends take their MARRIAGE vows :)
We met in the fifth grade and I’m convinced that the people who knew us back in the Stand By Medays of life are like spiritual guides in the realm of adulthood.
And I whisper out into the room all of my secrets.
She takes them into her dream and folds them up for me.
She don’t mind.
(I think Amy Turn Sharp must know Tawana and I. Or all girls have a best-friend-since-the-fifth-grade-who-knows-me-better-than-I-know-myself.)
He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
we could split a soda
stretch out on the floor
and laugh at the perfect mess